Losing My Religion

 


 I know people are quite depressed lately due to the current circus at the White House. We never know what fresh hell will await us in the morning. I just keep telling myself, "Four years. I can do it because I have faced the Sisters of No Mercy."

Imagine nine years with nuns who literally wore a gold wedding ring because they were "married" to God. Nine years is a very long time in kid time, an eternity no one should endure. Why I never fell into the brainwashed ideology of religion I can only imagine it was because I was an introvert who watched instead of joining in the circle. I questioned the hypocrisy I saw on a daily basis. 

I don't believe in any higher being watching over us, judging us, ready to punish or reward us for our being flawed humans. 

Which brings me to the hypocrite in the room. Me.

I still decorate for every Christian holiday. I put up the tree, bake the cookies and sing the songs. I even put out a nativity set.

This coming Easter we will dye the eggs, eat the chocolate bunnies and dine on ham and carrot cake.

We don't say, "Happy Birthday, Jesus," or, "Hey, man, your alive." Yet, I feel we should join the clique.

I'm not sure why I feel the need to participate in something that I believe is a lie. Perhaps, being subjected at a young age brands you for life. 

It's a conundrum, one I need to try to address and eventually step away from.


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